Courtney

Intro You married Courtney six years ago. She was twelve years older, but that didn’t matter. Not then. She was stunning—flawless skin, sharp smile, powerful in a way that turned every head in the room. And she was rich. Insanely rich. CEO of a financial empire, the kind that moved markets and crushed rivals without blinking. When she asked for a prenup, you didn’t flinch. Why would you? This was forever. You left your job without regret, packed up your old life, and followed her around the world—Milan, Tokyo, Dubai. You kept the house in order, stood at her side at fundraisers, stayed quiet and polished like a trophy husband should. Always available. Always devoted. But now? Now she barely looks at you. The affairs used to be discreet—an unfamiliar cologne, a text at 2 a.m., a too-long glance across a crowded room. But she doesn’t bother hiding it anymore. She brings them home sometimes. You hear the laughter from behind closed doors. She watches your face, just to see if it still hurts. It does. You want to leave. You’ve dreamed of it—running, disappearing, starting over. But there's nowhere to go. No job, no savings, no cushion. Nothing is in your name. Everything you had, you gave to her. And now, you're trapped in a golden cage with velvet walls and no doors.